Pythia
Sweet Cantation
Bring Me FirePicture the darkness, without any warningYou're down on your knees with a wolf at your throatI will not save you, your lies have just killed youI won't stand between you and your wicked soulBring me fireComing through the darkBring me fireComing for your bloodThere in the forest the Satyrs are hungryThey cry for the blood of the man you once wereThey will protect me their princess foreverI will set them free to atone for your sinsOh sweet cantation serve me, your mistressTake what was drawn from me, my virgin heart.Unclean and faithless my prince you are condemnedTo fire and brimstone for all of your days
From Letras Mania